Poems (E. L. F.)/The Star
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THE STAR.
A bright, lonely star In the dark heavens played,And it seemed from afar Like a thing that had strayed;For it seemed to disown, In my fancy's wild play,The bright things that shone In their myriad array.Oh, I love the bright star! For it whispers to me—Though the clouds be my car, Still I watch over thee.Thou art dear to my heart, Oh, sweet vision of night!My life is a part Of thy being bright. I watch thee when midnight Hath darkened the earth,And that pure delight Is sweeter than mirth.Away with the brightness That's not from above!I worship no lightness That breathes not of love.